Modern Screen (Dec 1935 - Nov 1936)

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Again one day when he decided life was a little dull, he livened things up a bit by holding a lighted match under the canvas chair in which the director was sitting. "Oh, we have lots of fun," he quips. "W'e took eighteen days to make a six-day bicycle race." THE country bumpkin, which he usually plays in some form or other, was designed primarily to appeal to children, knowing, as Joe does, that if he makes Johnnie laugh, Johnnie's mother and lather will laugh, too. He feels a great responsibility toward children. "I've never had any dirt in one of my pictures," he says, "and I never will. A comedian who relies on dirt to get laughs isn't worthy of the name." Apparently audiences agree with him, and especially mothers who, aware of his reputation for making clean pictures, send their children to the theatre without a worry when he is advertised as the attraction. I happened on the set when he was making a song-and-dance number for "Sons O' Guns," and listened shamelessly when I overheard an argument. "But, Joe, it would be funny," said Bobby Connolly, the dance director. "Well, not funny enough," protested Joe. Back and forth went the argument. Judging by the feeling displayed on both sides, I thought it could concern nothing less important than whether or not they should continue with the picture. Finally Joe gave in. "All right," he said, "but get me those mentholated ones." And I learned that the whole disagreement had been because Bobby wanted Joe to do a funny bit of business with a cigarette. He never smokes or drinks in a picture because he doesn't think it is a good example for young people. It was with many misgivings that he decided to depart from his usual type of picture and make "Bright Lights" some months ago. In this picture he had a serious romance in addition to his usual comedy antics, and he was doubtful if his youthful admirers would accept him as a romantic figure. He knew that the greatest sin a star can commit is to become dull or old-fashioned ; he knew he must keep his pictures up-to-date and he decided to take a chance. He attended the preview of the picture fearfully. He sneaked into the theatre after the lights were out and sat in an obscure corner. When the time came for him to kiss his sweetheart (Ann Dvorak, remember?), he strongly considered crawling under the seat he was so sure he would hear some youngster yell, "Raspberries !" Nothing like that happened. The children liked it ; his other fans liked it and it was a hit on Broadway, where Joe E. Brown pictures had not been considered big money-makers. It marked another milestone in his career. He's never the life of the party. In fact, he seldom attends parties, finding his greatest pleasure in his home and famil}-. "The only thing I have to sell is humor," he explains when asked to be funny at every public appearance. "I have to save it for my pictures." But he never refuses to appear for a worthy charity, especially if that charity is for children. "Aw, I try out my humor on them," he explains sheepishly. "If they laugh at my gags I know they'll do for a picture." MOST of his public appearances are attending sports events, which he loves. He exercises constantly and instead of resting between pictures, plays baseball for recreation. He never has to diet, being slightly on the thin side, and his favorite drink is an ice-cream soda "with plenty of whipped cream." From a window in his beautiful Beverly Hills home he can look over a huge lawn which contains flowers, tennis courts for the boys, slides and swings for the younger children. "I get more kick out of all this than the kids do," he said thoughtfully, as the memory of his half-starved childhood flashed through his mind. "You can't fully appreciate having everything you want unless you've gone through long periods of not having anything you want." In the house, where everything is designed for the comfort and happiness of every member of the family, he points with pride to a small soda fountain. He is its steadiest patron. He reads everything — newspapers, fiction, biographies — but says his favorite book is the Bible. He is known as a man who always keeps his promises. Two years ago he took his wife to the Orient because he had promised her he would take her there on a honeymoon at the time of their marriage twenty years ago. "A guy can't be a piker about his wedding trip forever," he quipped. Friendlv DiuorcES Hre the Bunh {Continued from page 34) person who failed me. I refuse to go through with this ironic pretense for the sake of appearances. Whose appearances, for heaven's sake? I've put him out of my life, and I want him to stay put!' And the same applies for the men." Bette pushed her hat off her forehead and warmed to her subject. "Fine talk, fine theories!" we declared, fanning the flame. "But would you carry through, in a similiar spot?'' "Would I ! Look — I never had a divorce and I never intend to get one, with any luck and the wind on our side. Barring an act of God or the public enemy. Ham is my husband for life. That was our intention when we married, and it remains so. But if anything happened to us — a long if — I W'Ould hate him doubly for having once been fond of him. He would have to let me down terribly, which I cannot imagine him doing, and it would disappont me so bitterly, I wouldn't even want to hear his name again, as long as I lived. ".A divorce is no disgrace nor is a broken heart. But putting up a lying front to honest emotions, is. "Why all the smoke screen? What is there to cover up? Two people have appeared in an open court for all the world to see, hear, and know that they wish to be rid of a hateful tie. The reasons advanced are devious and mainly puerile, but easily penetrated. So the public knows, beyond any question of doubt, exactly what